Let Me... you Come, As Ever, From The Old Path Poem by Riza Braholli

Riza Braholli
Let me

You come, as ever, from the old path
Sad as a woman, sweet as a girl
With breezy feet, across my heart
Tiptoe on nails, the wires swirl

I want to shout: love you, love you…!
Oh, let me enjoy the fate I had chosen
Hidden from you, from myself, too
I find it easier to be forgotten

But once I lie and close my eyes
You guard on me and slide within
Thirsty to play, jinni that flies
Without shame, invite me to sin

What can I do, but stoop on paper
You, and myself, from me to exhale
O girl, O woman, you think is better
To plant in me a kind of hell! ?
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Translation from Albanian into English
By Alfred Kola
Korçë, August 14,2021